Christine woke up in a seemingly good mood. She looked at her wristwatch. It was a few minutes before six in the morning. The sun was barely up but the sound of the vehicles outside was starting to populate the morning with the usual sound of Los Angeles.
She headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash up her face. After tidying up her hair, she grabbed her bag and keys before heading outside. She walked in her pajamas, a jacket on top of her spaghetti strap. She felt comfortable walking a few meters towards the nearest diner.
The waiter was interestingly cheeky despite the early start of the day. Maybe they were just like that. It was just the start of her shift. No one has passed on her day just yet.
She ordered pancakes, eggs, bacon, and coffee. Christine was usually not allow
